Wake up too early
Without enough sleep. Oh dream,
Don’t leave me so soon.
Blast from the Past:
My bed calls to me:
“Where are you? I miss your warm
Embrace. Come to me.”
12/13/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
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12/11/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Fame only postpones
How long it takes history
To forget you
Blast from the Past:
History always
Exists within the cosmos,
As just one small part
12/10/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Arising from dust
We are a wild sunflower
Swaying in the breeze
Blast from the Past:
If I were a tree,
I would be curved and twisted
As I search for the sun
And my roots would cling dearly to the earth
12/08/25 A New Aphorism for a New Day
Today I wrote an aphorism instead of a poem:
Instead of asking whether someone is a good person, sometimes the better question to ask is who are they a good person to? Some people are only good to themselves and maybe those closest to them.
Blast from the Past:
Each day, two choices:
Cast out the bad out of yourself,
Or receive the good.
12/07/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
As the world grows big,
I feel as if everything
Runs away from me.
Blast from the Past:
The process of life
One becomes and unbecomes
Reformed with others
12/06/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Decisions, decisions, decisions
Build on the crater
Of many indecisions
Blast from the Past:
The facts can depress,
Only showing the extent
We will likely fail.
12/05/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Whether we’re ready
We are thrust into the world
To endure together
Blast from the Past:
You are the rain cloud
That prevents me from being
Scorched by my own sun.
12/04/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
I gaze back into
The “I” of each past encounter
As they become me
Blast from the Past:
The past and present
In what will they ever end
When they become one?
12/03/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
At the edge of who I am, I stand
Determining what it would even mean
To venture forward
Blast from the Past:
I’ve been standing on
The edge of what I have been
And what I could be.
12/02/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
There she goes
The woman you can
Never get
Blast from the Past:
Your heart remains cold
These words fail to rekindle
It’s dying embers.